ESU, mighty Sufferer! say,
How shall we this dreadful day

Near Thee draw, and to Thee pray?

We, whose proneness to forget

Thy dear love, on Olivet,

Bathed Thy brow with bloody sweat ; —

We, who still in thought and deed
Often hold the bitter reed

To Thee, in Thy time of need

Canst Thou pardon us, and pray,
As for those who on this day
Took Thy precious life away?

Yes, Thy blood is all my plea ;
It was shed, and shed for me,
Therefore to Thy cross I flee.

Jesu, deign in love to take
Pity on my soul, and make

This day bright for Thy dear sake.

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THE CHASTISEMENT OF OUR PEACE WAS UPON HIM.

ARKLY rose the guilty morning,
When, the King of Glory scorning
Raged the fierce Jerusalem :

See the Christ, His Cross upbearing,
See Him stricken, spit on, wearing
The thorn-platted diadem.

Not the crowd whose cries assailed Him,
Not the hands that rudely nailed Him,
Slew Him on the cursèd tree;

Ours the sin from Heaven that called Him,
Ours the sin whose burden galled Him

In the sad Gethsemane.

For our sins, of glory emptied,
He was fasting, lone, and tempted,
He was slain on Calvary;
Yet He for His murderers pleaded,
Lord, by us that prayer is needed;

We have pierced, yet trust in Thee.

In our wealth and tribulation,

By Thy precious Cross and passion,
By Thy blood and agony,
By Thy glorious resurrection,
By Thy Holy Ghost's protection,

Make us Thine eternally.

A FINE DAY IN PASSION WEEK.

HERE is a rapturous movement, a green growing

Among the hills and valleys once again, And silent rivers of delight are flowing

Into the hearts of men.

There is a purple weaving on the heather, Night drops down starry gold upon the furze, Wild rivers and wild birds sing songs together, Dead Nature breathes and stirs.

Is this the season when our hearts should follow The Man of Sorrows to the hill of scorn? Must not our pilgrim grief be scant and hollow On such a sunny morn?

Will not the silver trumpet of the river

Wind us to gladsomeness against our willThe subtle eloquence of sunlight shiver What sadness haunts us still?